Linda Perhacs Porcelain Baked Cast Iron Wedding
It's a splendid, high-waisted
White flavoured day
It's Pavlov with barking
And featheres and pearls
It's porcelain, oh, so bored
Faces and curls
Buckles and gadgets
And bell-bottom cools
Strutting and studding
And preening by the rules
Cinderella for a day, she's a queen
In white angel lace
In a dream that she fabricates
From her last remaining
Green dollar bill
In a corrugated castle, with
So many fossilised remains
Plaster baked in saks special powder
And villafranchian lace
Long shawks, lean shanks
With mini-skirted brims
It's a harem in conquest
With alabaster skins
"Did I see you in Rome?"
"I wintered abroad."
Silky and creamy
They're a peppered prime cause
Of gullery flocking
And rank hierarchy locking
Arena behaviour
One man (stud) to a hill
In turtle neck style
With clean verbal kills
Pass the champagne will you please
And let's get on with
The next social squeeze
Female flavored, custom tailored
The strutting ground's
For the posh aggregates
Spilling, dividing and multiplying
In a system of social, rotating mates
...Ah, the hell with the rules!
